I don’t write in a journal everyday, but I have accumulated many entries over the past 50+ years beginning in 1966. Some items evolved into longer works. Among the leftovers little pieces survived. I thought a collection of these with a piece culled from the same date in a past year would make an interesting yearbook. The consistencies and inconsistencies of mind, skipping back and forth across time, provide varied perspectives. It is difficult to remember the context of the past we’ve lived; we also make suppositions about times that predate ourselves.

The few alterations from original drafts were to improve clarity. The worst of my work is not included. There remains enough mediocrity and immaturity to make me feel humble and you feel smart. There are also moments of accidental insight and incidental humor.

Author Stephen Crane referred to his little pieces as pills…apparently they were small and somewhat hard to swallow, but good for you.


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Sunday, February 9, 2020

It’ s nowing out


February 9, 2017  (I was 72)

                  It’ s nowing out
The freezing cold of night continues into day
wind spreads icy pellets across the ground
then the calm drift of downy flakes
as you’ve read of before but truer now
larger more dense and substantial
in their cumulative ability to alter the environ
a comprehensive whitening of everything
re-establishing the concept of total change
but in actuality a temporary cover up
for ideas preserved beneath a blank beauty
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